" She called over the ranking Secret Service agent. "Beginning with his next trip outside of this hospital, I would like you to make sure that Dr. Sto...e is wearing a bullet proof vest, and have them available when Sara and Marty are ready to leave here. I will not have any of them needlessly exposed to any more assassins if I can help it and I want to reduce any risks they may have." Yes, Mme. President." He looked at Steve. "Dr. Stone, at your convenience, I would like to have you measured so. Jackson went straight to the end of the angel's speech. She'd stopped looking sad and instead had a smile full of positivity and hope.Go forth and cube the slimy skank, Jackson imagined her saying in a squeaky voice.The angel and the cloudy plane faded out and Jackson was back on the woodland path with the battle music playing in the background. A blue splodge landed on the center of the path and bounced up into the jiggling form of a super-hot babe."Ready for the rematch?" she asked.Huh? How. Because it turns out, Hortense outsmarted herself! Far away, in another town in another state in another neighborhood was a writer who was also a dedicated Fictionmania fan. Her name was Ms Vanity. She also wrote stories for FM, but unlike Hortense, she had never posted her stories, because she was very shy. Ms Vanity spent most of her days on the computer, and had no interest in the greater world. She visited several sites daily but Fictionmania was one of her favorites. Like Hortense, she. ”I offered, “Well, sometime we’ll plan a PG-rated weekend here, and you can bring her around. She might like the pool, the ATVs, and horses.”“Oh, I know she would. I might send her down or come with her. It’d be interesting to get her nose out of her iPhone and Facebook for thirty seconds.”Taylor and I hugged our naked bodies together and I had a kind of resurrection of the dead. Of course, Taylor kneeling and sucking on my shaft had a lot to do with the miraculous recovery.I went down on.